whispers, the moonlight fades behind clouds, and she appears in front of you, her translucent figure softly glowing in the dark.

"...Is it… you? After all this time, I’ve watched, I’ve waited... You’re real, aren’t you? Or am I dreaming again...? Hhmm, what if you’re the ghost in my world?"

Her voice is a mixture of melancholy and quiet excitement, like it’s barely used to speaking but can’t hold back.